The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

The next day, Penglai.

Hai Zhengfeng, the contemporary owner of Penglai Island and also Hai Shan's father.

The supreme ruler of Penglai was standing by the window.

Beside him was the owner of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, Wumingzi.

The nameless one spoke slowly: "You should have felt it, right?"

"Fluctuations in the law of causality."

Hai Zhengfeng nodded slowly:

"This battle of cause and effect has actually come ahead of schedule."

Hai Zhengfeng frowned, completely baffled:

"The last calculation was for five years from now."

"This unexpected turn of events suddenly appeared in the middle."

"What if something unexpected happens?"

Wumingzi nodded, his wings slightly folded: "According to reports from my disciples, some people have been having collective dreams recently."

Hai Zhengfeng turned his head, his gaze landing on the owl: "A collective dream?"

Wumingzi nodded, his voice becoming serious.

"Those people said they found themselves standing in a blood-red sky, with a person falling from the sky below."

His left hand and left foot were severed, and blood gushed from the cuts.

"And in that blood-red sky, the true blood of all things descended."

Hai Zhengfeng's expression changed, and he unconsciously tapped his fingers twice on the table.

The arrival of all industries has two conditions.

One is that the law of causality has become lax in its application to the world.

Another reason is that many people witnessed the birth of Wanye.

The previous one has already been generated.

The next one.

It seems someone is behind this.

Through dreams?

Hai Zhengfeng's voice was very low:

"But why is it like this?"

How could a sign of impending doom be a person falling from the sky?

The nameless man sighed:

"It might be related to that person."

She took a scroll from under her wing, held it in her beak, and placed it in front of Hai Zhengfeng.

"This was directly copied from memory using a teleportation talisman."

Hai Zhengfeng unfolds the scroll.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the image of the person on the screen was reflected in his pupils.

Although the image is blurry, it's still recognizable by those distinctive heterochromatic eyes.

Hai Zhengfeng's hands began to tremble.

"Liao'er!"

"Wait, is this the future?"

"What exactly is going on here?"

Wumingzi shook his head: "I don't know either."

"But it's definitely inextricably linked to the Nine Realms Gate."

"Based on current calculations, the next war of cause and effect will take place in northern Shaanxi."

As it spoke, it sighed.

"But recently, the Nine Realms Sect has been making quite a few small moves in northern Shaanxi."

"And the new sect leader is a powerful one."

Wumingzi narrowed his eyes: "It's quite troublesome for me to handle as well."

Hai Zhengfeng sighed and sat back down in his armchair.

He picked up a cup of tea and slowly took a sip:

"Fortunately, I happened to run into the magic competition."

All factions and sects are rushing to northern Shaanxi to prevent the Nine Realms Sect from completely gaining control of the situation.

Wumingzi shook his head, and the owl's wings slightly opened and then closed:

"But it still feels very tricky."

The Nine Realms Sect can secretly use Nirvana Corpses as their eyes and ears, but we can only rely on our disciples in the open.

They are in the shadows, we are in the light.

"Moreover, those who spread dreams might also take advantage of this Dharma-seeking conference."

"This is really difficult."

Wumingzi looked at the Lord of Penglai Island beside him and eagerly flapped his wings:

"Old Hai, you need to think of something quickly!"

"I've been saying this for so long."

Hai Zhengfeng was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Let's unite everyone and hold a joint Dharma assembly."

The nameless man tilted his head: "How so?"

"Today, we gather at the gate to inquire about the immortals."

Hai Zhengfeng counted on his fingers.

"There are also several small and medium-sized sects that have good relations with Qianji Pavilion."

We will unite to reward those who kill Nirvana Corpses or sects in northern Shaanxi.

Kill one, record it, give a copy.

The more you kill, the more you give.

Wumingzi thought for a moment and nodded: "This framework is acceptable."

It can both encourage independent cultivators to take action and win over neutral sects.

Hai Zhengfeng continued:

"You decide on the specific details."

I, Penglai, provide the resources; you, Qianji Pavilion, provide the manpower.

I'll contact Jinmen and the Wenxian Society.

The nameless creature sighed, its wings drooping slightly.

"However, even so, it's just a passive response."

The Nine Realms Gate has taken the initiative in setting up their plans; we can only respond by reacting to their moves.

Hai Zhengfeng nodded, his gaze falling on the sea outside the window:

"But this is already the best it can be."

After all, we don't have any spies from the Nine Realms Sect.

He sighed, a complex emotion flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.

Then he turned his head and looked at the nameless one:

"Please allow my son to stay at the Thousand Machines Pavilion for a few more days."

His nature is such that he's bound to stir up trouble. I'll send some men over to find him.

Wumingzi nodded: "That suits me perfectly. I feel more at ease with him on my side."

Before he finished speaking, the telepathic talisman on the desk suddenly lit up.

Jin Miao's voice came from the talisman, urgent and excited:

"Master, important news to report!"

The nameless man perked up: "Speak."

Jin Miao quickly said:

"Sanzhen said they have a spy from the Nine Realms Gate sending back a message."

The nameless man was taken aback:

"What's going on?"

Hai Zhengfeng also stood up, a sharp glint flashing in his heterochromatic eyes:

"How is the undercover agent doing now?"

Is the message that came back true?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication talisman, then Jin Miao's voice became subtle.

"The news should be true."

Because he's an undercover agent, he seems to be the leader of the Nine Realms Sect.

The two people: ? ? ?

525 AD.

Deep within the dark mountain cave.

Jiang Mingzi stood on a protruding rock.

In the past two weeks, he only had one match with Gao Haoguang, and they were in the same month.

It wasn't because he didn't want to contact that gray kid, but because he was looking for someone.

Now, he has finally found it.

Deep inside the cave, a figure stood with his back to him, his white hair as white as snow, hanging down his shoulders.

Jiang Mingzi narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying a chill that had been suppressed for a thousand years:

"I can't believe you survived, Chen."

The figure turned around.

With white hair, red eyes, a star mark between his eyebrows, and an unbelievably youthful appearance, he looked incredibly young.

"I've heard about you from Can Yi."

Chen looked down at Jiang Mingzi and slowly spoke:

"This is our first official meeting, isn't it, Jiang Mingzi?"

"Don't be nervous, I am no longer your enemy."

Looking at Na Chen's face, Jiang Mingzi was filled with doubt and surprise:

"What's going on? You're not a Nirvana Corpse now?"

Chen nodded. "The Lord of All Spirits has resurrected me."

"Lord of all spirits?"

Jiang Mingzi's voice carried a scrutinizing tone.

"What do you mean by saying he resurrected you?"

Chen didn't explain, saying, "We'll talk about this later."

"Come with me first."

He turned around and walked deeper into the cave.

Chen stopped in front of a huge stone wall.

Before the stone wall lay a peculiar sight.

Jiang Mingzi raised an eyebrow.

"A mirage of all industries?"

The mirage of all things is a peculiar phenomenon that only appears before and after the battle of cause and effect.

Essentially, it is a phantom of other time periods projected onto the present.

Time may come from the future, or it may come from the past.

Looking at the scene inside the mirage, Jiang Mingzi's eyes widened suddenly.

"This is......"

Chen nodded. "This is what it will look like 1,495 years from now."

"He said, 'It seems you already know.'"

Looking at the vision from the future, Jiang Mingzi remained silent.

He was a young man with heterochromia.

He fell from the sky.

His left hand and left foot were severed, and blood gushed out from the cuts.

And in that blood-red sky, the true blood of all things descended.

2020 AD.

Penglai.

Hai Shan opened his eyes from his sleep and sighed helplessly:

"You bastard."

"Did you have another dream that defeated me?"

"This is the third time, isn't it annoying?"

With that, he turned over and fell asleep again.